Abby awoke to the sound of sirens and water spraying. She smelled smoke, and her throat burned. Rubbing the ash from her eyes, she tried to get her bearings.
"Abby!" Someone called, "She's awake! Abby, what's your last name?"
She shook her head in confusion. "What?"
"What's your last name?" the figure repeated firmly.
"Davison. I need to see—" Mark. Mark!
She tried to sit up, but someone pushed her back down.
"He'll be all right. The paramedics are here and they're taking care of him."
Abby realized that it was Caleb who'd pushed her down. Her senses were coming back to her in bits and pieces, and her vision began to clear. She needed something to drink.
"Water," she croaked.
Caleb pressed a bottle into her hand. "Drink up. Can you sit up? Here, let me help you."
She knew she was
